becoming “that” woman

I have always loved children. I mean, ever since I can remember I’ve wanted to be a mom. From 13 to 18, I worked as a babysitter for half of the families in the neighborhood I grew up in, and I loved it. So I guess what I’m trying to say is…I’m no stranger to staring at other people’s babies. Only now that hubby and I are actively trying to conceive I’m finding that my pregnancy and baby radar (and thus ogling) is in overdrive.

I feel like I see pregnant women and/or babies everywhere I go now. On the elevator at work I notice sweet, round bellies I probably would have taken less notice of before, and at restaurants I stare dreamily at toddlers in highseats one booth over. I’m becoming “that” woman…the one that stares at other people’s pregnant stomachs and babies, almost unabashedly.

Last night hubby and I had dinner at a new(ish) barbecue place in the Virginia Highland area of Atlanta called D.B.A. Barbecue. (Side note: It was good — not amazing, but good enough to go again.) At the table next to us a dad was out to dinner with his six(ish) month old and a friend. The baby was a little girl, wide eyed and attentive. She kept staring gently around the patio, toward us, up toward the ceiling, around at her dad and his friend, blinking slowly. I could almost smell her sweet baby smell. Hubby and I were chatting but I kept sneaking peaks at the girl.

“Awww, you want to be a mommy,” hubby said, smiling in a moment after our conversation had quieted and my eyes had drifted over to her again.

Yup, yup I do.

Tonight hubby and I went to dinner for a friend’s birthday. We were at a (very Americanized) Mexican restaurant with a group of about 20. One couple I didn’t know and who ended up at the opposite end of the table from us brought their 14 month old. She was adorable. Half or a quarter Mexican, I heard, with pretty dark eyes and complexion. She gave me and everyone else around the table a high five, but other than that was pretty wary of us. I did learn tonight that it appears it’s much more socially acceptable to ogle other peoples’ babies when they are in your party, whether you know them or not. The parents tonight seemed to glance up at me wonderingly way less than the men last night did.

But then, seriously, I don’t think I look too creeptastic.

In other news, tomorrow will be day 18 of my cycle. Wonder if my cycle is back to normal or if I’ll have another long one like last month. Hmm, guess we shall see soon enough. In the meantime, please forgive me if I smile a time or two more than normal at your pretty pregnant belly or your little one. I’m just excited.


2 thoughts on “becoming “that” woman

  1. I know that feeling all too well (where you see pregnant women and babies wherever you go), my husband even comments on it all the time. The worst story I have about that, is this strange visual I got one day of some secret preggo-stomach-bump. I was sitting in a mall, waiting for my hubby to get off work, when another pregnant woman walked by. I just had this visual of us running up to each other and bumping our bellies together like some people do while playing sports. I couldn’t stop laughing, and I keep seeing it whenever I pass another pregnant woman.

    Good luck with everything!! thank you so much for posting this (I’m always surprised about how many other women go through the same thing).

    • Haha! That is too funny! I love the mental image I’m getting of the pregnant belly bump. It could be like a secret club handshake! I love it. It is definitely good to know I’m not the only one, too. 🙂

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